Sketching from life after the whitewash apocalypse, drawing from reality inevitably turns into drawing what I really see it for.
This is reality.
So was this, last Saturday after an artists-with-AIDS memorial in a heat wave.
No, the girls who looked like Penny were not at the memorial. But they were enjoying $5 frozen margaritas as much as I was. We had gone to the memorial, even missed Boss Hog’s reunion thing, because Valerie was one of the artists being honored in this. This was put up outside of ABC No Rio, which I could only get a so-so picture of cuz heat wave. God Damn The Sun.